𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑜
"𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑠?" I trudged after him and there was anger in every step he took. I rushed after him. I grabbed hold of his wrist but he yanked his hand off mine. "Marcus, listen to me, it's not what you think."
I barricade his path with my arms spread out. His temples tightened and I could tell he was trying to contain the anger in him, his reaction reminded me of the day I went over to his house to surprise him on his birthday and heard those words behind the closed door of his room. It wasn't anger I felt but pain. I felt my existence gone.
"What should I believe then?" His voice was laced with anger. "You were in his room, he's shirtless and in that position. What else do you want me to listen to?"
"Marcus," I called in a soft voice and walks closer to him. Taking his hand again. "You have every reason to be upset but it's not what it seems."
